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Cuban Link

Genres: Hip-Hop

When I Die Lyrics - Cuban Link

Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man? 

Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man 

Them motherfuckers done killed him 

We got to ride for this nigga 

On them old hoe ass niggas 

I say we ride over right there, right now 

That's what I'm talking about, let's roll 

 

As we delve through the mud and rain 

Straight shots of tongue ease the pain 

As we put to rest one of my niggas 

That got cut up and lost half his brain 

Shit, ain't the same niggas is dangerous 

Buckin' like it's the thang to bust 

When I looked at my nigga fucked up 

I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us 

 

Niggas do hate like that, nigga, you never know 

He say a friend but I smell foe 

So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door 

So I sleep with the big fo-fo 

But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow 

You know what they say, gotta go, gotta go 

What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well 

When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride 

(For me) 

 

On the niggas that did me killed, me committed my homicide 

Gather up after the funeral and pull out all the big guns 

(Posse up) 

Go through every hood poppin' till somebody tell you somethin' 

How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die 

So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge 

And do it the same night they put me under 

Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on 

Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Nigga, you never know when you gone die) 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Say never know when it could be you) 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(They leave yo house and don't come back) 

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more 

(This shit is real and oh, so true) 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Nigga, you never know when you gone die) 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Say never know when it could be you) 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(They leave yo house and don't come back) 

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more 

(This shit is real and oh, so true) 

 

When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin' 

Lying, talkin' 'bout they all love Ryan 

And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral 

Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who 

Nigger, I died in the car chase shot 

The place like the last scene in Scarface 

Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky 

Terror Squad till the day I die 

 

I'ma thug, I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la 

Niggas tell me get off that weed, I'ma keep smoking on that thai 

Nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep hittin' that 

(Puff puff) 

Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that? 

You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it 

 

It's all good in your hood having laughs 

Puff weed to clear my cataracts 

Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance 

But now I'm there too many dead brain cells 

Runnin' 'round inside my head 

That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red 

 

Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin' 

Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion 

My niggas talkin', figuring how to get my fortune 

While I'm lost in space waiting for Satan and his horseman 

Walkin' through fire sparkin' my lighter cloud the sky up 

Rising higher and higher, eye to eye with my messiah 

Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell 

I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself 

 

Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin' 'bout murder on all the songs 

I say 'cuz I could step out the door, somebody could pop and I'm gone 

Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid 

Smoking too much of that weed, what's that I just heard a noise 

Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys 

Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this 

So that's the meaning of this 

 

Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit 

So nigga don't trip the reaper, seem to be getting closer 

So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin' and duckin' murder 

Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge 

Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray 

Murder murder, mo murder, murder, kill, kill, kill 

 

Shit, it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real 

But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped 

Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock 

Nigga, don't take murder for no joke, that's like slittin' your own throat 

But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Nigga, you never know when you gone die) 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(Say never know when it could be you) 

 

Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more 

(They leave yo house and don't come back) 

Murda mo niggas gone kill some more 

(This shit is real and oh, so true) 

Are you remember?



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